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I struggled to breathe. The pressure was suffocating. A sharp pain pulled at the back of my head and I was yanked back. I gasped for air as I surfaced the water, someone clutching my hair. I was thrown to the ground, coughing out all the water in my lungs.
"Who sent you?!" I could barely make out the speaker. He lashed out, kicking me in the ribs. I groaned, curling up.
"C'mon 'e ain't worth it! We know where 'e's from!" I lay there trying to remain conscious. How lucky was I to be caught on my first mission? By a rogue guild no less…
"We don't know for sure!" I closed my eyes as their bickering continued. They were probably gonna kill me. They took my gun. I'm too weak to stand, I can barely breathe… damn, and here I was thinking this would be a piece of cake…
"Hey you ain't gettin' out o' this that easily!" I was yanked to my knees then got my head dunked again. I screamed into the water, my voice barely audible. My lungs were on fire, just kill me already!
They pulled me out, slamming me into the wall. My legs didn't stand a chance holding my weight and I crumbled to the ground. "This is a joke, right? This is all they got to send?" Their laughter helped my head feel like it was about to split. God, I wish I never joined the Order. They were nice but… wasn't worth it… Jacqueline could make pumpkins dance though… I still haven't seen that…
Everything went black.

I awoke to darkness. The ground was shaking ridiculously, my head banging against wood. This couldn't be heaven… Oh. I was in a cart. Men's' voices drifted to my ears. Dammit, they still had me! I struggled to free my hands but they were bound tightly at the wrists. Same with my ankles. "Knock it off!" An invisible foot slammed into my face. I groaned holding my nose as it dripped blood. Don't tell me he broke it…
"Please… I'll… I'll tell you what you want to know… just take the damn blindfold off!" I shouted, my stress stretched to the limit. They laughed. I hate when people laugh at me.
"An' what would you know that we'd want ta hear?" someone drawled.
"The… the Cross Order's secrets! The uh… secret way to get in!" I said, attempting a brave chuckle. I failed. They laughed again. Will, you damn idiot.
"I'm sure anythin' you'd tell us be'd-" The cart lurched to a stop. "What you'd think your doin'!" Foots thundered past me, jumping off the cart. I heard a sword being unsheathed then shouts. I quickly pulled the blindfold off as the men's battle cried became pained screams. I struggled to stand, then lost balance and toppled off the cart and onto the ground. I scrambled to get up, then froze as the point of a sword was put to my throat.
"You're Will, right?" I slowly looked up. A man in black with scars on his face looked down at me with a small smile. What the…
"Damian? Damian Quartz?" I slowly stood up.
"Who else?" he said. I looked around. Six guys lay on the ground, some with missing appendages. I tried to keep the small breakfast I had in my stomach where it belonged.
"What'd you do?" I muttered, looking everywhere except at them.
"Gave them a good beating, what's it look like?" He shoved my gun into my chest. "Here, you should try and hang onto this next time. You're lucky I was following you."
"You were following me?" I muttered, taking my gun.
"Me, them, lot's of people were following you." I didn't like that one bit. He tossed my bag to my feet. "Now, get going. Cupro got away while you were stumbling around. Went east," Damian said, climbing into the driver's seat of the now empty cart.
"I don't think I want to get him anymore," I said dropping my gun. "I practically drowned without going swimming, my body was thrown around so much I feel like little goblins are kicking me every time I move and-"
"Goblins, huh?" He asked frowning. I sighed exasperated. "You should have thought about that. Cupro was in your grasp just a few minutes ago. So ignore those little goblins and get to it." I began to retort and remind him what hell I just went through, but he flicked the reigns and the horses trotted off, leaving me with a pile of dead people.
And that ugly mug was my Captain. I snatched up my bag, put it around my shoulders and picked up my gun, then headed east. This is so aggravating.

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I struggled to breathe. The pressure was suffocating. A sharp pain pulled at the back of my head and I was yanked back. I gasped for air as I surfaced the water, someone clutching my hair. I was thrown to the ground, coughing out all the water in my lungs.
"Who sent you?!" I could barely make out the speaker. He lashed out, kicking me in the ribs. I groaned, curling up.
"C'mon 'e ain't worth it! We know where 'e's from!" I lay there trying to remain conscious. How lucky was I to be caught on my first mission? By a rogue guild no less…
"We don't know for sure!" I closed my eyes as their bickering continued. They were probably gonna kill me. They took my gun. I'm too weak to stand, I can barely breathe… damn, and here I was thinking this would be a piece of cake…
"Hey you ain't gettin' out o' this that easily!" I was yanked to my knees then got my head dunked again. I screamed into the water, my voice barely audible. My lungs were on fire, just kill me already!
They pulled me out, slamming me into the wall. My legs didn't stand a chance holding my weight and I crumbled to the ground. "This is a joke, right? This is all they got to send?" Their laughter helped my head feel like it was about to split. God, I wish I never joined the Order. They were nice but… wasn't worth it… Jacqueline could make pumpkins dance though… I still haven't seen that…
Everything went black.

I awoke to darkness. The ground was shaking ridiculously, my head banging against wood. This couldn't be heaven… Oh. I was in a cart. Men's' voices drifted to my ears. Dammit, they still had me! I struggled to free my hands but they were bound tightly at the wrists. Same with my ankles. "Knock it off!" An invisible foot slammed into my face. I groaned holding my nose as it dripped blood. Don't tell me he broke it…
"Please… I'll… I'll tell you what you want to know… just take the damn blindfold off!" I shouted, my stress stretched to the limit. They laughed. I hate when people laugh at me.
"An' what would you know that we'd want ta hear?" someone drawled.
"The… the Cross Order's secrets! The uh… secret way to get in!" I said, attempting a brave chuckle. I failed. They laughed again. Will, you damn idiot.
"I'm sure anythin' you'd tell us be'd-" The cart lurched to a stop. "What you'd think your doin'!" Foots thundered past me, jumping off the cart. I heard a sword being unsheathed then shouts. I quickly pulled the blindfold off as the men's battle cried became pained screams. I struggled to stand, then lost balance and toppled off the cart and onto the ground. I scrambled to get up, then froze as the point of a sword was put to my throat.
"You're Will, right?" I slowly looked up. A man in black with scars on his face looked down at me with a small smile. What the…
"Damian? Damian Quartz?" I slowly stood up.
"Who else?" he said. I looked around. Six guys lay on the ground, some with missing appendages. I tried to keep the small breakfast I had in my stomach where it belonged.
"What'd you do?" I muttered, looking everywhere except at them.
"Gave them a good beating, what's it look like?" He shoved my gun into my chest. "Here, you should try and hang onto this next time. You're lucky I was following you."
"You were following me?" I muttered, taking my gun.
"Me, them, lot's of people were following you." I didn't like that one bit. He tossed my bag to my feet. "Now, get going. Cupro got away while you were stumbling around. Went east," Damian said, climbing into the driver's seat of the now empty cart.
"I don't think I want to get him anymore," I said dropping my gun. "I practically drowned without going swimming, my body was thrown around so much I feel like little goblins are kicking me every time I move and-"
"Goblins, huh?" He asked frowning. I sighed exasperated. "You should have thought about that. Cupro was in your grasp just a few minutes ago. So ignore those little goblins and get to it." I began to retort and remind him what hell I just went through, but he flicked the reigns and the horses trotted off, leaving me with a pile of dead people.
And that ugly mug was my Captain. I snatched up my bag, put it around my shoulders and picked up my gun, then headed east. This is so aggravating.